I had this dream last night, woke me up half-way through. I wasn’t sweating or anything dramatic like that. In fact, I practically dozed right off again—but it was enough to stir. A see-saw. Some far-off playground. A xylophone bangs out a Latin beat and I’m groovin’ as I play.
That’s how my mind works, I guess.
I don’t know where the dream went after that, how I got there—I don’t know why I ever thought I should wake up in the first place. All those cups’a coffee never did a thing for me, anyway. Yawwnnn. Now I’m all jittery, and everything’s up in the air.
That’s how my life works, I suppose.
Check out my kaleidoscope. Makes everything funny, right? Look like this. See those colors? I swear they weren’t there before. Shhhh. You don’t see them? Waves roll over. My thoughts are out’ta see-a gain. Shhhhh.
De-leery us. Yawwwnnnn.
Hey! Can you hear that? Sounds nice.
So strange, I couldn’t hear a thing
a s e c o n d a g o…
Ha-ha, that’s a good one.
Back to sleep now,
dream’s not over yet.